Mild Profundities - Lyrics

Little Machines

Clothes made by little folk who live in trees and feed on all the leaves, in trees 

They mend all the things you break maybe by mistake and even hearts that ache

Food cooked by little men who live in machines and people don't understand these little machines

Then feed, feed my hungry mouth and clean, clean up all my mess

Because they work too hard just give them some time, time to unwind                                           They work too hard, just give them some time to unwind 

Screens and pictures that we see that open our minds to things that we'd never dream, I never dream 

We watch, watch with bated breath while they dream, dream of time to rest 

Because they work too hard just give them some time, time to unwind                                           They work too hard, just give them some time to unwind

Keeny Woka Phoola 

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